Life in Hypertext
Yet Another Preface
There is such a long list by now of journals, correspondence, stories
and fragments--indeed, of prefaces and introductions like this one--that
I am tempted to string them together with narrative
thread as my new partner Carol does the scraps of old sweaters,
cut into ribbons and dyed and woven into strikingly beautiful
With the aid of
computer technology, and indeed the seemingly random fluctuations of
universal manifestation (according, say, to contemporary physics and
mathematical probability theory, chaos and fractal theory, and sheer
aesthetic bravado) I am tempted, further, to use randomizing as a principle
of organization. This fits better, for instance, with hypertext associativity
(neurolinguistic simulation, anyone?) than would conventional linear
narrative better suited to print media.
a key concept here: that any point is the center, or another way in.
Yet there must be a responsibility to overall unity, say the sages of
the ages as to art in general. Fair enough: there is the holding thread,
the (all other things being equal) drone of the narrative voice.
So, I continue.
This mantra my bread and
wine (if not my bread and butter)--here in the rarefied atmosphere of
devotion to "art." Can devotion to art stand for the perfection
of it in crafted work? Not so easily: yet in that spirit is the battle
carried on. For it is a battle, the very act that the cells conspire
to carry on in this momentary and extenuated existence called--Life.
"It is not
without a certain meager trepidation that I set out
etc. These can all, word by word, be linked out beyond the body of the
words, off the rectangular field of the brightly colored mat
there comes a point at every point along the way where blind intuition
calls the shots, makes the calls, calls the balls and strikes in the
fluid zone we call alive.
indeed, I continue...
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